Melancholy fascinates me..
Wish I could smoke it up daily..
Not just as a feeling but also as a word.
I am not a pessimist..
But that moment when you broke and cried..
Did you find in it anything absurd ?
I call it.. melody of sadness..
The emptiness to the depth of the heart..
The tear that makes vision blurred.
I call it.. me without you..
When I sit alone from dusk till dawn..
And woken up by humming bird.
I call it.. ink in my pen..
Pouring those pensive moments..
As rhymes, as poems.. often unheard.